Walking down the path that led to the meeting room with one of the pack guards leading the way, Margaret wondered why Edric had sent for her. She hoped there was no problem. She was with him yesterday and everything seemed just fine.
The pack guard jerked the handle of the meeting room door and pushed it open, stepping aside to usher her in.
Edric stood by the window, looking at the dipping sun as the cold evening air whipped his hair and face. His mouth was tight and grim and his face plain. Deep in his heart, a flicker of doubt had begun to burn, casting shadows of uncertainty all over him.
He was in extreme thought. And it was obvious it was about what Landon had told him yesterday about not trusting Margaret.
The creak of the door caught his attention and he turned to see Margaret.
